In the endless darkness that followed, countless gold-edged purple leaves appeared in front of everyone.

Rows of slender and upright gold-edged purple leaf trees stand, like rows of columns, and also like guards guarding the gods, whether horizontally, vertically or diagonally, they are like a line. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and the leaf edges glow golden in the sun, dazzling and sacred.

Daxi Ganluan was shocked by the scene in front of her, and immediately turned around to find the location of the Chiba tribe after coming back to her senses, but unfortunately she was not tall enough, and there were too many teams around, no matter how hard she tried, she didn't find any trace of them.

Like her, Yabuki also searched for the whereabouts of Yerui and the others, but unfortunately it was only in vain.

Many of the forces present were ready to move, and the leaders of several big forces all chose to stand still, but only brought one or two henchmen to investigate.

Da Xi Cunming and Da Xi Yipei stood in front of the purple leaf tree in Phnom Penh, and they could feel the solemn and solemn sense of oppression more than they had seen from a distance before.

This must be the temple that Yabuki said.

The two gold-edged purple-leaved trees in the middle should be the gate, and the gold-edged purple-leaved trees are staggered, and there is not a trace of weeds and shrubs in between.

"What can the two seniors see?"

While the two were observing, Naqing led someone from the other side to ask.

"It turned out to be Naqing Gongzi." Da Xi Cunming nodded at him kindly, looked at the slightly young man beside him and asked, "This is-"

"This is my cousin Na Zhiyu."

The young man Na Zhiyu immediately stepped forward and saluted in a proper manner: "I have seen two seniors in the evening. ”

Da Xi Cunming glanced at him without a trace.

The young man's face was round, his cheeks were red, and at first glance he knew that he was a well-behaved child.

After Na Zhiyu saw the ceremony, Da Xi Cunming's attention returned to Na Qing again, and asked, "What did Na Qing Gongzi find?" ”

Na Qing knew that he was deliberately avoiding the question just now, and he didn't say anything about it, and followed his words: "I haven't found it yet, but this place seems to be the handiwork of the Mu Gu clan." The five Gu gods have always been haunted and acting strangely, and it is estimated that the danger inside is even greater than that outside. ”

Da Xi Cunming's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at him seriously, and Da Xi Yipei was also looking over. Knowing that this is the handiwork of the Mu Gu clan is equivalent to knowing the most critical information, and many hidden dangers can be deduced.

It seems that the eldest grandson of the best of the Na family is genuinely here to exchange information. Da Xi Cunming and Da Xi Yipei both had such thoughts in their hearts.

But Da Xi Cunming remembered what he saw when he went to pick up Da Xi Ganluan. Although the atmosphere at that time did not reach the level of saber rattling, it was not good.

He couldn't help but think about it carefully, and suddenly realized that the atmosphere seemed to be limited to the relationship between Naqing and Liyimo.

Could it be that the truth is not what he thought? He couldn't help but doubt, but his face was not obvious, and he pretended to think while speaking: "The Phnom Penh Purple Leaf Tree was mostly planted in temples in ancient times, and the distance between these Phnom Penh Purple Leaf Trees is three zhang. According to what Naqing Gongzi said, this forest should be a temple built by the Mu Gu clan, either built for Yapo or built for Gu Spirit. ”

"Sacrificial Temple?" Naqing touched his chin and whispered, his eyes quickly observing the entire forest.

Suddenly, he turned his head and asked Na Zhiyu, "Xiao Yu, borrow a gust of wind." ”

"Yes." Na Zhiyu immediately threw out a few broken jades from the treasure bag he carried.

These broken jades happened to be scattered around Naqing.

When the jade lands, the wind rises.

Naqing waved his sleeves, closed his eyes and ears, and listened intently.